"Good morning, Mr. Grant!" One of the night guards greeted Edison cheerily that morning, same as every morning at five, allowing him to pass through the first gate leading into the Avon Prison. "Good morning," Edison replied sternly. He was sure that this guard had never been inside of the building itself, merely serving as a shield to prevent forced entry, which is why he was allowed to be in a good mood. He'd never seen the horrors that developed behind the fortified steel walls. He could bet that most of the outside guards would never have the stomach for the torment upheld within the prison, and he was glad that they didn't need to.
He passed through two more gates much like this one, each one providing different forms of manual identity verification before he was allowed to enter the final gate, leading into the building that blasted him with a wave of air-conditioning upon entry. The small room that served as an elevator. Edison made his way towards the panel of iridescent buttons, and pressed the one labeled 'ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜs', which had been code for his main office. Upon the selection, a scanner passed behind the button, checking his finger print. This form of security was one that was maintained silently, as not many of his employees knew of its existence. When the scan was complete, the small room shook merely slightly signifying that it was off the ground, taking Edison to the level in which his office resided.
Before the doors opened, a green light flashed above a thin slot about two inches thick. He stretched the cord that his entry-card was attached to his pocket by and pressed it into the slot. The green light went off and the doors slid out of view, revealing a long hall down which Edison began walking.
On the left, he entered his office. Quickly, he sat down at his desk and started his computer. After inputting his password to login, he input his second level of passwords to access the live security feeds. 'sᴜɴᴅᴇʀ' was the first camera he checked on, the cell of Artemis Rune. On the screen, she sat against the wall, masked by an opaque-green color due to the night-vision setting on the camera.
Next, he pulled up the schedule, inputting another set of passwords to reveal a plan for experiments per prisoner. Today, sᴜɴᴅᴇʀ was listed under 'ғʟɪɴᴛ', and for the life of him, he couldn't remember what that was a code for. Honestly, that didn't happen very often because the only way to learn what a particular word was code for, you had to verbally ask someone. There wasn't a code-chart that told you specifically what everything meant, which proved to be an effective security measure most of the time, while other times it was simply a nuisance. However, those who couldn't remember these codes on a regular basis got a significantly lower pay than the higher-ups who did.
For this particular code, he'd have to venture to the laboratory for an answer. After checking over the other security feeds and the tests associated with the prisoners which resided within the respective rooms, he headed back to the elevator, pressed the button to the right of the door labeled 'sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴ', simply meant to tell the elevator mechanism to pick him up from his current location.
Upon re-entering the elevator, he hit the button labeled 'ɪɴsᴛɪɴᴄᴛ', meant to transport the user to the scientist's lair, A.K.A., the laboratory.